The Love Sick Zombie Poem by Peter Madden

I used be a big man..
but now ive lost a bit of weight...
not to mention a few fingers..
about three so far to date...

its hard to get the ladies...
when all they do is run and hide...
i haven't even had girlfriend..
ever since the day i died...

maybe its the rotten stench...
and my deep long guttral moan...
or could it even be my lust for flesh..
that means the girls dont call me on the phone...

could it be my putrid skin..
all coming off in flakes and bits...
or the maggots crawling in my veins...
that scares them out of their wits..

all i want is a girl to call my own...
who will see past my deformity and pains...
one who will love me for who i am...
and has some really tasty brains!